The ground beneath my feet now shakes
Trembling like a bleeding mother that takes
The life in her, some borrowed by waves
And births a wonder with utmost grace.
The sky above has sewn a storm
Plans on pouring down upon
Our tender hearts too pale to form
Winds to bear the weight of dawn.
Crackling thunder mimicking hearts
Shattered beneath influences of
Deeds of demons and witches of wars
The far off end now knocks our doors.
Our world prepares its barren lands
To turn into the grain of sands
Of crushed bones and mangled skin
We bid goodbye to all our kins.
- Rati
